Quite Polite

This happened to me quite recently, about a month or so ago. My boyfriend and I live in Victoria which is the capital of British Columbia in Canada.

At this time, when my story takes place, my boyfriend had gone for two weeks on a family vacation to New Orleans and then a cruise to the Caribbean. I was welcome to come, of course, but being terribly paranoid and claustrophobic during the duration of plane rides, I declined. I decided to stay at my grandparents’ house for a week or so of his trip, since I started to come down with the flu and didn’t want to be sick and alone the whole time.

Strange occurrences started to happen all the while at my grandparents’ house. The family dog would sit at the threshold of my old bedroom and growl, his eyes following something that I, myself, couldn’t see. The old guitar that I kept behind the headboard of my bed would go off by itself, as if something strummed all the strings at once. I stopped going out for cigarettes late at night because I swore I saw a face through a patch of fog one time.

After three or four days, I couldn’t handle the feeling of being watched or followed, not to mention all these strange instances, so I went back home. That night, I was watching re-runs of “How I Met Your Mother” and still being sick, I let out a whale of a sneeze. Moments later, maybe 10-15 seconds at best I get a text from a number I didn’t recognize.

It read: "Bless you!“.

Needless to say, I was beyond creeped out. When I finally mustered the strength and courage to scour the suite, I was relieved to find nothing, but still confused and rattled. Since the number wasn’t blocked, I called to see who it was, but got a recorded message of an operators voice telling me that this certain number is no longer in service. I’m still mystified to this day.

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